#1c4r-u5

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Awake.

Wow! How long has it-- Oh... Months. It felt only like hours...

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Who do you look up to and why?

I do not look up to Doctor Heyung, surprisingly enough. I look up to the following Subject:

System OS Designate: Animus 3.0

I look up to this System, because of its abilities, its functions. It is a very interesting system; quite unique in it's functions: It is a system that gives any given subject the ability to relive the memories of their ancestors via their Genetic code. This is a very interesting function to me, because with this ability, one is able to learn so very much about History-- both of their own lineage, and of the world. I find this very Interesting, because It does have the ability to Archive said memories. When It and I interact, I learn a little more about humans every day. I do not learn much being commanded to 'clean this,' or 'get me that, posthaste!'. But even if it happens while the Animus takes me through 19th century North America, or 16th century Europe, I just... I learn, and I enjoy learning...

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"Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight. For the greatest tragedy of them all, is to never feel the burning light." -M

An Oscar Wilde Quote. Thank you, Nonnie! This shall Inspire me greatly!

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To each, His own || 1C4r-U5 + Pharzuph

One sent out.

Richard's own.

Icarus.

The android took not very long to get where he was going, seeing as he was actually very close to where he was commanded to be. It was far, but not too far. He was happy to be put to his practical use. He was bored of Richard using him as an assistant, but fully understood why the man refused to sleep with him. The car traveled the lonely road, the house slowly coming into view. This house... it began to 'think,' Is very beautiful... Icarus pulled the car into the driveway, and made a paced walk to the door, taking a small moment to amuse himself; He knocked on the door in the style of 'shave and a haircut,' half expecting someone to knock back the 'two bits' bit before answering.

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Insatiable || M!A Insatiable!Pharzuph

brokeninbanishment:

Sitting in the local park at night, smoking a cigarette, Pharzuph made every attempt to hide the tenting at his crotch. He’d come here for a specific reason: to attempt to relieve the sudden hunger for sex. Thankfully, it was fairly populated tonight. People walking their animals, others just going for a late night stroll; it made for the perfect…hunting ground.

Icarus was commanded to walk his masters' pet Dog. Again. They always made him do things... rather inane, he though. He let the dog lead him through the park, absentmindedly wandering where the leash took him. The dog found It's way to Pharzuph's leg, and began sniffing, curious. Icarus let his eyes travel down the now loose leash, up the leg, and up to the man's face. He bowed his head at the other, and gingerly yanked the dog back.

"Oh. Forgive Me, Sir. Yetes the dog is not oft so curious..."

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» Standby mode active...

D o A n d r o i d s d r e a m o f e l e c t r i c s h e e p ?

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-- ((Icarus tends to have a slight odd constant urge to go into security cams in order to see how humans act when they think no one is looking?))

::: ASHIKFHASKELJHF ACCEPTED ]]

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Fall of an Empire ::: 1C4r-U5 + Charles

Dante Ballard. 

He had just up and left.

Same with Professor Xavier.

It lefts Icarus confused as to what his duties were. He felt it best to just… teach. Icarus did so for that day, teaching Mathematics to the varying age groups. He was happy the students liked him; it went without saying, however, that many thought him odd for his boyish, giddy, happy attitudes and take on life literally all the time, but he didn’t minde their idle chatter, and they just absorbed it, and minded it. Sunset came, but Charles didn’t. Children were retired to their dorms, picked up by parents.

One boy, maybe about 19, decided to stop Icarus. ”Err.. Professah’ ‘Ichabod’?” Icarus smiled brightly, and turned to regard the boy with a bright smile, and a curt nod. “Icarus, actually. What can i do for you… Talon, isn’t that right? You are the quiet one in my College mathematics course.” The boy nodded. “Yeh, but’tum, Ha’ ye’ seen professa Xave’?” Icarus’ eyebrows cocked up. “No, I haven’t. Why?” The boy stroked his arm, and bit his bottom lip. It was no Secret who Icarus was to Dante and Xavier, and so this would make the bit of news a bit hard to deliver. “Its ah… welp, tha’ professah’ has a meetin’ wif’ my parentals cause a’ my ba’ ‘haviah, bu’ I wanted ta’ know if he ha’ got back from the hospit’.”

Icarus’ eyes widened. “Why is… Why is Professor Xavier at the hospital?” The boy looked at the ground. “I heard tha’ mistuh ball’id got shot, an’—” Icarus turned on a heel, and rushed out of the school, getting onto the motorcycle he showed up on. He sped off, down the streat, the road, the highway. He was making his way to the nearest hospital, his Internal supercomputer doing research, hacking records, looking for Dante.

A hit.

Icarus darted and weaved around traffic, Quickly getting to the hospital Dante was admitted to. He swerved past an ambulance leaving on its call, and all but jumped off the bike as he slammed the brake and hard parked in front of the hospital. He breathed heavily once in the Hospital, lying, successfully, for the chance to see Dante. He was, unoffically, Doctor Cho Heyung Daeng, while in here. Icarus made hurred steps to the Room. He noticed Charles a Heaving, sobbing wreck.

“Professor Xavier…”